everybody's got their own little secrets.
its gonna take more than that.


aye gutless patronizers.
talk big, talk loud, talk crude.
get your backs off the wall.
empty-handed, you wouldnt have been.


and then i remain fifteen steps ahead of you.


not appeased.
where's the focal point.
a coerced obeyer of Murphy's Law.
let thy name not be jack.


i see you lookin' over here
cant you tell i'm having fun
if you know it like i know
you would stop staring at us
and get your own space
and do somethin'.

perfection at 4:09 PM